The Teacher: Endgame

Well, Lycan has missed his chance to be my first guest blogger. After a great deal of urging from The Wife, and an afternoon spent out at the winery scouting out for the perfect first date, I finally grew a pair and went over to ask The Teacher out. I sat with her in her classroom for a few minutes, listening to her talk about some of the things that were frustrating her, asking her questions, et cetera. Finally, as I was leaving, I asked, only to find out that she's recently started talking again with an ex-boyfriend who's currently deployed to Iraq.

I left my number with her anyway, and reiterated that if she was ever bored and just wanted to hang out with somebody, I'd be up for it. I'm not expecting the call, but I suppose you never know. I just hope that I haven't turned from the nice guy who was eager to help her, into the weird guy who lives across the street from where she works and always wants to spend time with her. Had I not gotten positive indications in the first place, from a third party, and encouragement to accompany it, I never would have done anything like this; I would have absolutely and completely forgotten this girl. That's probably the most frustrating part of it; now I feel like a bit of a loser, and for no good reason.

Looking on the bright side, it gave me the opportunity to finally hear what The Wife sounds like on the phone. And, since I know she's going to be reading this at some point: "caulk".